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Nov 2015
they called him a ******
and spit in his face
because he was never good enough
he was always
too weak
or
too powerful
no matter what he did
they all turned their backs
and laughed
he could never fit in
he was an outcast
because of his
past
no one could move past the fact
that he had
changed
he would forever be labeled
as
broken
crazy
different
a killer
so as he turned
and started to walk away
he didn't understand why
they wanted so badly for him
to understand just how much
they hated him
because what they didn't know
what he hated
himself
**so much more
midnight thoughts
Day
Written by
Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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     Brianna, ---, --- and Cecil Miller
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